I also hate to see it go but I want to thank you very much for the game.
I'll be around so please contact me should your time free up enough to game again.
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A small vial of crimson fluid, the same Alagor had offered him scant nights prior, rests in the grip of Bonegrit's right hand. "Ya look a little worse fer wares. This should help get yer arm back to workin', then ya can point yer pig-sticker at me with a proper menace, yeah?" The magus quickly calls his feather to light up and then raises his hands. "Aye, take the potion. We've been around too many injured people lately and it's no fun." He then adds, "I take it whoever did this to you is far worse than you are. Do you know who it was?"
for reasons explained above, I think you should use it. Besides, the DM will somehow make other items available to us.
Welcome! I'm sure you'll have a blast here. Game on!
Pellius is just starting to rub down his companion after the tough two-day ride when he hears the call for volunteers. Shaking his head and mumbling that a few more hours won't kill anyone, he pats Signior and steps up. "I'll go with you. It's probably best to get started as soon as possible."
Pellius looks at the visibly nervous would-be-herbalists. "Perhaps we shouldn't try to do something you are not comfortable with. It's not like these things abound. Why don;t we wait until the morning and head over to the hermit who said he could concoct the medicine needed?"
I want to start by saying that I am still very much enjoying the campaign. Yes, the posting frequency has slowed down some (myself included) but the story still reads vibrant. As you assumed, the medium doesn't help if you want to be subtle and drop clues here and there so I wouldn't mind if you were more explicit in your posts and use more 'ooc' to make sure we understand what's going on. With regards to fresh blood, I'm OK either way. Fresh blood usually means a flurry of posts from the newcomer to try and wow us (you know, new brooms sweep really well and all that). That being said, you seem to be able to tailor the challenges to our 'party' and able to keep things 'interesting' without killing us so I guess it's up to you. Introducing new players take time so watch your 'limited time'. The plot compendium will be a bear to tackle at this stage but it would be a great addition if you're up for it. In summary, keep doing what you're doing and don't be afraid to ask (demand) what you 'need' from us to make sure that the game is still enjoyable on your end. Game on!
Happy to be back in the caravan, Pellius is hardly able to contain a silly grin on his face, "Aye, we have what we came out to seek." He looks around at the consterned faces, "How's Dierik? Any trouble from the Sharpes?"
Pellius shrugs at the passing of judgment of Khozin. he certainly didn't trust the man but he also disliked the Sharpes and stealing wasn't a capital offense. He kept his eyes on the rogue as he rode away and made sure the reins to the horse that Commor was riding were well in hand.
Pellius shakes his head at the paladin and his uncommon squire. He nods to Bonegrit, "I can help with one of the horses. Signior is accustomed to leading a horse."
Pyotr approaches Bonegrit , "I have not heard good things about what may be done for a horse with a broken leg. Can we even hope they will limp back to camp for treatment?" The magus quickly dismounts and sighs as he surveys the damage. "Aye, maybe we could treat them but not here and we can't really carry them with us." He turns to Agtharda and Del, "Unless one of you wants to use some magical healing on them, we'd best leave them here." He shakes his head, "If not, then we'd best ease their way to Pharasma's side..." Signior neighs as if understanding while the magus calms him, "It's Ok old friend, no one's leaving you behind."
FYI, I'm moving so my posting has been (and will be) unreliable for the next couple of days.
Pyotr stays silent, kneeling beside the dying crusader. After a long time, he finally stands and retrieves Ser Brightbrooke's longsword, drawing it from its scabbard. Pulling back the bearskin blanket, the half-orc places the hilt in Ser Brightbrooke's grasp, laying the naked blade against the man's chest. "Lady speed you on your journey..." he whispers. The magus looks at the paladin in disbelief, "What are you doing? I hope you're not giving up on him. Not here." He pulls the paladin aside, "At the very least this knight deserves to rest his bones in one of Lastwall's cathedrals. Why not take him back? Even if it is against his wishes."
For a moment, Vythes is silent but for his ragged breathing. Then he reaches out a hand towards Pellius. “That wound reeks of ghoul fever. A dangerous affliction which will not end well for you if it is not treated. Iomedae’s mercy might help you, if you take my hand in yours.” The magus looks at his foot and winces in pain. He isn't sure if it smells bad but it sure hurt like the devil. Seeing no harm in the knight's offer, the young man says, "I welcome your gift but you should save some energy for yourself." The magus then takes the old man's hand and they pray together to Iomedae.
He nods at Del's suggestion, "Aye, we can fashion some sort of travail and bring him along. In any case, someone in Freedom Town will be able to take him back to Lastwall." He looks at the old knight and playfully chides him, "No arguing young man! You are to go to Lastwall and find some way to serve the Lady. You are not dismissed. You understand?
Nodding at the woman's agreement, he hands over the book with a sigh.
Pellius sits quietly through the whole exchange with the older knight. His disease strikes home as the memory of Pellius' father struggling with a terminal illness surfaces; the memory too recent, too raw. He adds his own offer of help, "Aye, Ser, let us know if there's something that would aid your existence. And rest assured, that the people that accompany us are no enemies of the Lady."
Pellius quickly recornizes the name of the older knight. He steps forward toward the light, "Well met, Ser Vythes Brightbrooke. It's good to see you're about this night. Somehow I feel safer knowing you're around." He extends his hand showing his Sword Mark, "I am Pellius Fullonna, a scout in service of the Lady. What brings you out in this cold night?"
Wary as ever, the magus doused his feather and waited in the darkness for the man and woman to identify themselves. His left hand free and already wiggling his fingers should there be need to cast something in a hurry.
Man, lots of traveling. :) Have fun, I'm sure we'll all be here.
The magus breathes easier as he exits the cursed mountain. He examines the swords once more hoping they would fetch a good price in Freedom Town. When the divvy up the watch turns, he calmly states, "I rather take either the first or last watch so I can rest my wits for a bit. I'll need to see what magic is best for tomorrow."
The magus is ready to leave. Having fought a wight and its undead minions was enough for him. The fact that he had seen a dragon skeleton and an undead army was just extra awesomeness. He nods at the paladin, "Aye, time to go while we still can. All in all, this has been good. Let's make sure Dierik survives as well."
Nodding and glad his companions agree, the magus makes sure his gear and weapons are in place for the trip back. It will feel good to sit atop his horse. He turns to Khozin, "Well, is there a way to lock these things down? Do you need more blood?"
Happy that the mote was caught and the mushrooms are 'in the bag', the magus is not quite comfortable not getting back to camp. "If we do explore, let's not spend too much time here. Dierik is waiting on us."
With a curse the magus wills a glob of acid and flings towards the mote...
Regretting his bad shot, the magus positions himself to for another try. Once more, green, thick liquid forms ooze from his fingers...
Not wanting to spoil the creature, the magus hesitates. However, his mind is quickly made at the prospect pf chasing this thing all over this damned place. His fingers exude a green, viscous liquid that gather in a tiny blob. The magus quickly points and shoots at the mote some thirty feet above.
Since no one accompanied the magus, he decided to stay together. This wasn't the place to get separated or, Iomedae forbid, lost.
Is Tanlavir's material similar to the longsword that Pellius found?
The magus sighs in fear and admiration as the others describe the dragon skeleton. He quickly asks Del, "C'mon Del, get your light over there. I want to be able to impress my grandchildren with this tale."[/b
The magus continues to leave a trail of dust and dirt as he exits the room and goes back to the throne room where the slain wight was.
Pellius sees no further movement. Perhaps it was just a trick of the wavering light thrown out by Delkaneth’s ioun torch. Like the rest of the garrison explored thus far, the arcade is surprisingly free from dust or detritus, or for that matter, mushrooms. Pellius curses as he no longer sees the mote but he also notices the lack of dust in the place. "Wait, let's try something new here. Hw about we lay a little trap for our little friend." The magus gets closer to the ground and starts patting himself, making sure that dust and dirt and even colored sand from his spell pouch poured on the spotless floor. He looked to his companion, "Do you think it will come?"
The magus excitedly points to the movement up ahead, "There! Do you see that? Is that what we're looking for?"
Very wary and, hoping no one notices, afraid, the magus moves through the maze of skeletal warriors. His hand ready to blast any that should move, Pellius has the words of his spell at the tip of his tongue. Nonetheless, he searches for the illusive 'monster'.
I'll also replace the 'jump' with the 'lesser orb of acid' in my learned spells.
With regards to Pellius' equipment, I just copied from his PC sheet: Weapons:
Armor:
Miscellaneous:
beautifully worked scabbard
cure light wounds potion (1)
With his mace in hand, the magus cautiously walks after Alagor. His left hand ready to cast a spell, Pellius looks around for a fungus or a fungus carrying mote.
@ Pellius – we can assume that Pellius’ has deciphered his new spells whilst studying the spellbook of Lamintar Greyfoal. I note you never expressed an interest in learning any of the other spells set down in that tome . . . ? Of which I totally forgot about. :( I'll try and find them and reserve the right to switch out these last 2 spells learned. I'll check tonight.
Somewhat saddened at the lack of combat, the magus goes over and congratulates the half-orc on his strike. "He deserved it. That's no way to speak of our Lady." His brow furrows, "Do you think he's right? I mean about the Tyrant just waiting to wake up?"
level up info: lvl 3 +1 Reflex save +1 BAB 6 skill ranks to: climb, k.arcana, k.religion, perception, ride, and stealth Magus arcana: Close strike Feat: Combat casting +1 lvl 1 spell per day +2 spells known (Keep watch, Jump)
Good deal! I'm pretty sure I had Pellius level 3 all planned out but there was a question or two. I'll check tonight at home and let you know. Game on!
The magus relishes his chance to strike but shakes his head as he sees the wight fall under the paladin's attack. so much for that boastful creature He turns his sight to the remaining skeleton and releases another golden ray of light.
Pellius is too enraptured to complain as the wight tells his version of the story. His faith unshakable, he sees the 'taunt' for it is. Although he wants to strike down the undead creature, he bids his time and addresses the wight as casually as possible, "It is interesting to hear your point of view but be careful how you address the Lady and don't compare her to the Harlot Queen." He signs Iomedae and bows his head, "By the way, you do know who won that battle don't you? Who is a true goddess and who is imprisoned for eternity, right?" The magus has listened to this abomination long enough and grips his sword a little tighter just waiting for an excuse to attack...
Seeing her irritation, the magus quickly turns to Agtharda, "I'm sorry I forgot. Del, please heal her first as she is also gravely wounded."
The magus takes the offered wand with a nod of thanks towards Agtharda, "And yes, I can share my spellbook in a more conducive environment to the study of magic. Hopefully later today, yes?" He turns to Del and hands him the paper with the word written in it and the wand, "Here, I can't use this but I'm sure you can." With that, the magus looks at his own wounded body and asks, "Mind trying it on me?"
Noticing Pytor grave wounds, the magus digs into his belongings and pulls forth a small wineskin. "Here, take it. There's healing magic inside. You need it." He then addresses the wight, "While I understand that you have all the time in the world, our time is very limited. As we have told you, our master's life hangs on the balance and he needs the mushroom that we seek to survive. Do you understand?"
He leans in to Pellius and whispers, "I do not believe he has quite the control he claims over these... soldiers. Else why fight us himself? There is more than enough to bring us down." The magus, now next to Pytor, whispers back, "Aye, I believe the same but I'm afraid that perhaps his presence also prevents the army of skeletons from attacking. I certainly don't want to defeat it and then have those skeletons come to life. We need to strike a deal like Navareene did." As the wight is inspecting the blade Pellius addresses the undead, "Fair enough, commander. Let's not continue with this senseless battle. We've told you what we came here for, just some partially rotten mushrooms. If you will allow us to catch this thing and just take what we need, we'll probably won't even kill it. Then we will swiftly be on our way. As compensation and in addition to letting you inspect our companion's sword, we will share news and stories with you from the world beyond. Are we in agreement?"
The magus mutters a prayer to Iomedae before once more speaking to the wight, "Come, I sense you are holding back something here. If there's anything to us, it's that we've told you what we are looking for and will gladly leave you be once we have acquired it. What are you not telling us?"
Seeing both combatants left, the magus moves forward and once more unleashes another golden ray from his fist.
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